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Howdy! The name's Thirdy! I'm your atypical left-handed, mildly neurotic, perpetually bored twentysomething who still feels like a wee lad playing grown-up. I sometimes fret that I will never be as much of an adult as the people portraying twentysomethings in movies and TV programs, but then I realize that they are just playing the part as well. ^_^

On the prowl for gifts and cash every December 28th of each year, but only gets to receive little. If you can't interpret this as a hint, you're too dumb to deserve existence.

I'm hopelessly narcissistic. My mood relies sorely on my attire, state of hair, and generally my outward appearance. I invented the adage "When vanity strikes, sanity gives way"^TM and it has always been an integral part of my Weltanschauung. I used to be super proud when everyone called me a "himbo" but now I will definitely stab you with a chopstick if you do. ;-p

You would know I'm super comfy in your presence when I spontaneously break into a cartwheel or some stupid song unabashedly done in falsetto. Or just fart while you're around.


Good shite: Coca-Cola, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (a show so spectacular it approaches art), photowhoring, chemistry, potatoes, SEX, laughing (especially at other people's misery), cult TV serials, experimental music, Quentin Tarantino films, The Vampire Chronicles, mirrors, people with good sense of humour, shopping (especially if I'm not the one paying).

Bad shite: Boybands, not having at least six hours of sleep, Pinoy Big Brother, Twilight (Lestat would kick Cullen's ass any day. But he'd probably just fuck him anyway seeing as he is so goddamn pretty), people who can't tell the difference between YOUR and YOU'RE, music with half-assed lyrics, catching runny nose, onions, roaches, RANDOM PEOPLE TOUCHING MY IMMACULATE HAIR WITHOUT ASKING FIRST.

Good at: Being bad, hand farting, creating hentai voices, dancing like a crazy motherfucker, remembering useless bits of trivia that nobody wants to know, imitating monkeys, tripping over nothing, vomiting, console gaming.

Bad at: Controlling temper, doing laundry, cooking, digital designing, and, uh, that's about it, I'm too damn perfect. ^_^

Hit list: Kill Bill, grow at least two more inches (in height, you perv!), become the greatest neurologist man has ever known, join NASA, have my name printed out somewhere e.g. flavored condom brand, scientific journal for discovering some new species, invention, ladida.



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DONATE NOW! Proceeds will go to my 'I will listen to all the good music in the world for as long as people keep on donating I shall exist' fund! ^__^

Queries/hate mails/marriage proposals to:
8thworldwonder(at)gmail(dot)com

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